kite, like dragon-fly you love more better. Come rest in your chair.
We sing."

Ah, that little play soldier! Door of his ear all shut to my every speak
of love. He just stand with eyes uplift' and plead: "Please come play
with me. I know your song 'bout cradle and star. And I can march. See."
But his body rock from each side to other. Then I press my arms round
and whisper with much tender: "I bring doll home with you." He look 'way
up high on Christmas-tree, then he leave his conscious in kindergarten
room.

Me and two soldier servants convey Tãke Chan and foreign doll to his
home. I stay in honorable house with them. One day go by, and 'nother
night come. Sick boy's mama have look of ivory lady as she rest her
tired, and maid girl make tea. I watch by side of bed on floor. Big ache
in heart clutch' me when I look round room and see blue soldier's suit
hang' near. It have look of empty and lonely, dragon-fly kite in corner
have broken wing. But when I bring gaze back Tãke Chan, loveliest sight
of all visit me. That little child reach out and find hand of foreign
doll. He hold very tight, and give it look of love. Such heaven light
come on his face! I suspend my breath and listen to his low speech which
come in broken pieces: "You are my Tomidachi. Do not go; I soon be well
I come play in your garden. Dragon-flies--cradle--star--Ah, Little
God--you grow so big!"

Something made me open shoji quick. Old priest make bell sing. Lovely
star hangs its light over mountain. All things have great stillness. Not
even leaf tremble in white moonlight. Strange feel hold me. Then I know
Tãke Chan have gone to play in Christ-child's garden.